and put it on inside out.

"Sir," says I, "what am I to understand by this conduct?"

"What for should not I turn my coat, for luck, if you turn your
chair?" says he. "But if you are not preceesely satisfied, I will
be proud to step outside with you."

I answered that we were not in a Highland wilderness, and that if
no malice were meant no affront was taken. We continued at the
game till, though deprived of my mirror, I had won some 500
Fredericks. On this he rose, saying, "Sir, in this purse you will
find the exact sum that I am owing you, and I will call for my
empty sporran the morn. It was Rob Roy's before it was mine."
Therewith he laid on the table a sort of goatskin pouch, such as
Highlanders gird about their loins, and marched forth.

I set to work at opening his pouch, that was fastened by a spring
and button, seeming easy enough of access. But I had scarce
pressed the button when lo! a flash, a pistol shot, and my right
hand is grazed with a bullet that flew out of the bag. This
Highlander of the Devil had some mechanism in his purse that
discharged a small steel pistol when unwarily opened. My hand is
but slightly wounded, yet I cannot hold my sword, nor hath my
search brought me any news of Alan Breck. He has vanished like an
emissary of the Devil or the Pretender, as I doubt not he is. But
I will have his blood, if he is not one of their Scotch fairies.--
Your loving Nephew,

REDMOND BARRY, OF BALLYBARRY.